MARINHEIRO PERDIDO!

                                              Maré vazia
                                              Em peito cheio,
                                              Areia molhada
                                              De grãos dourados
                                              E o cheiro a maresia
                                              De um mar perfeito,
                                              Com ondas
                                              Partidas ao meio
                                              Que morrem
                                              Antes da praia
                                              E veleiros
                                              De vento à pôpa,
                                              Que não param
                                              De navegar!
                                              Nas velas
                                              Sopram os ventos,
                                              O leme
                                              Já está partido,
                                              O rumo
                                              Não faz sentido
                                              E no rasto
                                              Morrem lamentos
                                              Do marinheiro perdido!